The Substitute Wife: My Poor Husband Is A Billionaire

It was already bright outside when Janet woke up the next morning, She was sore all over, and her limbs felt like they might fall apart any second. When did she fall asleep last night?

The last thing she remembered was Ethan on top of her

The man was an absolute beast in bed. 

“Oh!” Janet blushed as memories of their lovemaking flashed in her head. She burrowed back under the sheets.

But then the door opened, and she couldn’t help but peek over the edge of the quilt.

Ethan sauntered in carrying a breakfast tray. He was clad in black pajama bottoms and nothing else.

Janet’s eyes immediately went to his broad shoulders and his muscular torso. She could almost feel the warmth of his strong, hard chest under her fingertips. Ethan set the tray down on the table and padded over to the bed. He leaned over Janet and gently swept his thumb over her brow. “Hello, Mrs. Larson. Do you need more sleep? It’s already well past noon. If you want to keep sleeping, we can take our private plane later.” He had booked flights to Europe for their honeymoon trip.

She perked up at his teasing words, and poked his arm jokingly. 

your fault. You’re the

before she asked, “Don’t you need to go to the company?

off,” Ethan said, looking unbothered as he

Janet shot up in

always wanted

bathroom for two hours. Sure enough, they ended up taking their private jet and arrived in

boulevard, a tall, striking man was busy snapping pictures of a smiling woman across the

yet, Ethan?” Janet complained. She was growing tired of smiling

new gadget. He looked rather adorable in his knitted wool hat and his black wool overcoat as he fiddled with the lens. Ethan had never taken photos of other

turned toward the southern bank of the Seine, her eyes filled with awe as she

painting, her biggest

watched her bask in wonder; then he brought her chilly

go over there and have a look,” he

wore. Ethan reached out an arm around her shoulder and